Thursday, April 28, 2005

I asked her what time was it, she said eight, maybe nine, eight thirty, yes, definitely eight thirty... I smiled, and said she actually didn't have a clue... she turned on the electricity generator and then the radio, they always know the right time she said... eight thirty it was. Later, a group of three guides, doing the same route, arrived to that same house, the girl had just felt from the bike and our friend immediatly carefully treated her face with a cream taken from a branch on the floor... sano-sano... Posted by Hello


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